Pre lightning

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I ran towards the precinct, cursing my failure of an alarm clock. I was late. Again. All I could think was please please please please please don't fire me.

I made it inside and, surprisingly, up to my lab without getting stopped by anyone. 

Maybe luck was on my side today.

About ten minutes later, a knock at my door made me turn around to see Joe.

"Grab your stuff, we've got a crime scene to get to." He said.

I rushed to grab my stuff, and stumbled out after Joe. We drove a ways away to an abandoned farm house (No, not the Mardon brother one) that was surrounded by police cruisers and police tape.

"Go do your thing Bar," Joe said, nudging me out of the car. 

I studied the body and looked up at Joe, Chyre, and the Captain. "So, he was killed by blunt force trauma to the head. It looks like he was hit really hard with a pipe, about 3 inches wide, and made of..." I grabbed something off the ground and inspected it, "... cast iron. Cast iron pipes are typically used as a pressure pipe, usually for drainage."

They nodded and jotted down some notes. Singh started giving out orders.

Joe gave me a smile and patted me on the back, "Well done son. Just hang out for a while and I'll take you back to the station."

I nodded and Joe left. I wandered around a bit, not straying too far from everyone, but still keeping my distance. 

I heard a loud clang come from somewhere to my right, away from everyone, and I whipped around to see a shed. The door was swaying.

I frowned and slowly made my way over. I peered inside, looking down the dark stone staircase. 

There wasn't anyone or anything noticeable, and I certainly wasn't equipped to handle anything, so I was going to turn around and go back. Maybe tell Joe that there might be something over here. 

Key word: I was.

Right as I turned around, I was roughly shoved backwards and I was sent tumbling down the stairs. I let out a cry as I hit the first step and the door clanged shut above me, encasing me in the dark.

I rolled down the stone steps, and I cried out in pain as I felt my leg catch on something sharp, ripping through my left leg. 

I landed in a painful heap at the base of the stairs.

My head hurt from banging repeatedly against the stone and my right arm was killing me. But even worse was my leg. 

My left leg burned like hell and I could feel blood oozing out of it. No, rushing out of it. It was bleeding heavily and that was worrisome. It also was long. I could feel where it started, just below my knee, and where it ended, about five inches above my ankle.

I was all alone in this dark shed, bleeding out, and probably no one knew I was even missing yet.

"Help!" I yelled as loud as I could, "Help! Someone help me!"

Oh how my head throbbed. 

"Help!"

"Please."

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Joe rubbed his hands together and clapped Chyre on the back. "Alright partner, I'm going to take Barry back to the precinct."

"Alright," Chyre said. He looked back at Barry, and frowned when he didn't see him there. "Joe, where's Barry?"

Joe looked back at where Barry was no longer, and then scanned the thin crowd for the tall scientist. The two men took one quick glance at each other before setting off to find the missing boy. 

Joe was wandering around, searching for his son and trying to quell his worry.

"West!" Singh said, grabbing the man's attention, "What are you doing?"

Joe shook his head, "I can't find Barry."

Singh frowned. Contrary to popular opinion, Singh cared for the kid and didn't like that he seemed to be so accident prone. He joined Joe and Chyre in they're search. It was roughly five minutes later he noticed a shed with a shut door.

He looked at the locked door and frowned harder. 

He was going to leave, but then he heard a faint, "help" from inside.

Singh's eyes widened, "Joe! Get over here! Bring pliers!" (IDK)

Joe, confused, grabbed a pair of pliers from a cruiser and ran over to the Captain. "What?" he asked. He saw the door and his heart sped up. Barry wasn't in there, right?

"Allen's in there." Singh said, grabbing the pliers and breaking the lock off.

When they opened the door, it was suffocatingly dark. They pulled out flashlights and carefully but quickly made their way down the stairs.

"Barry?" Joe called.

"Joe?" Barry said, his voice pretty weak.

Joe saw his son's figure hunched at the bottom of the stairs, and he ran over, Singh a few steps behind radioing for help.

"What happened?" Joe asked, propping Barry up.

"Someone pushed me in," He mumbled, "Fell down stairs and my head hurts. And my arm. But mostly my leg. Joe my leg hurts so bad."

Joe shone the light on Barry's and paled. 

It was a horrid sight. There was a long gash bleeding profusely, and it already was looking yellowish around it. 

"It hurts Joe," Barry whimpered.

"Can you get up?" Joe asked.

Barry shook his head, "I can't walk. No way."

Joe looked at Singh, "David, help me get him up."

The two officers hauled the lanky man up the steps. Singh noticed a rusty pipe sticking out, dripping with blood. 

"Damn it Allen," he muttered.

They reached the top and they set Barry down on the grass as medics started swarming them.

Barry's eyes started to drift shut. Everything hut so much. He just wanted to cry. Or maybe pass out. Passing out sounded nice. So Barry slipped into the dark abyss of unconsciousness. 

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When I came to, I came to hard and fast. 

Like, was I even on pain meds? 

I was totally coherent, and very aware of the pain in my leg. 

I gasped and my eyes flew open as my leg pulsed with pain.

"My leg," I gasped.

I faintly heard voices, but I really couldn't register much over the current pain in my leg.

After what felt like hours, the pain finally ebbed. Now I was doped up on pain meds.

"Hey Bar," Joe said.

I smiled, "Hiiiii."

Joe smiled, "How you feeling?"

"My leg hurt. Well, not so mush anymore."

"That's how pain meds are supposed to work." Joe said.

"What happened?" I asked.

Joe's smile slipped, "I'll tell you later, when you can remember what I say, rather than asking it a million times."

I nodded, "Love you Joe."

"Love you too Bar."

"Imma sleep. 'M tired." 

"You do that bud."

And with that, I drifted into a pleasant, dreamless sleep.

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A/N- Okely Dokely. Getting there. Getting caught up.

I kinda liked this one. It's a bit longer, but that's fine.

Love y'all! :)